Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Erasure,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.